Deadly Nights

Crimson red liquid splattered all over the cold stone floor as the sound of metal meeting the hard stone echoed throughout the empty room. A young boy fell to his knees, hand opened up as though he had just released something, and aqua green eyes flooded with fear and horror as he looked upon the image before him. He slowly and carefully pulled his hands from near his knees up to his arms and clenched them tightly, hugging them as his body started to quiver in fear.

Another young boy cautiously stepped into the large room, past the looming oak doors as his own violet eyes fell upon the slightly older boy in front of him. The sorrow automatically filled his heart and eyes. “Beval!” the younger boy shouted out as he sprinted across the floor, stumbling over a few things on his way, he then scrambled the rest of the way over to his brother. Wrapping his arms around the shaking figure he pulled the body close to his own, holding him tightly and brushing his fingers slowly though the soft silvery-blue hair.

“It’s okay now brother, you’re safe now,” he muttered softly as he rocked his body back and forth, his brother held close while his black, tangled hair slid into his face. “We’re safe now brother, father won’t hurt us or anyone else anymore,” he whispered into his ear, trying to soothe the shaking figure.

Beval soon stopped shaking, placed his hand to his brother’s chest and gently pushed him away as he stood up. Carefully picking the sword up from the ground he flicked the blade to his side quickly, causing the crimson colored liquid to fly off the blade and to the floor some more and his aqua green eyes having a cold and hard look to them now. He wiped some of the liquid from his, now stained, black, dress-like shirt. He brought it up to his lips and slowly but surely licked the blood from his fingers, his pearl white fangs showing slightly as he did this.

“Brother?” questioned the younger boy as he slowly stood up and allowed his arms to fall back to his side. “What’s wrong brother?” he questioned in a soft voice, almost seeming scared of him at the moment.

Beval turned around and placed his cold eyes on his younger brother, a sickening smirk crossing his lips. “Nothing is wrong Draco, why would you think something like that?”

“You seem different…” he stated and backed up one step, cowering in front of his brother.

“Different? How am I different dear brother? I am no less the same than I use to be, but now I don’t have to deal with being in father’s shadow all the time and I can express myself more freely.”

“Th-That’s true,” Draco stuttered and closed his eyes for a moment. This wasn’t the brother he knew, the one he use to sit in the library with and read books all day long. This isn’t him… Draco thought to himself, reopening his eyes as his fangs showed slightly, glaring up at him dangerously. “What did you do to my brother?!” he shouted out, his fangs clearly shown now.

“I am your brother, but the one I use to be is gone now, father destroyed that!”

“You’re destroying it even more!” Draco shouted back at his brother, the pupils of his eyes turning into slits. “That’s it! I’m not sticking around for you any longer! Come and get me when you’re not having issues with your personality; when you get the dark energy inside of you under control! Until then, for all I know or care, I don’t have a brother! I don’t have a family anymore!”

“Oh? So you’re just willing to desert me like father decided to do? Like mother and our sisters did?” Beval growled, narrowing his gaze dangerously.

“Mother and our sisters didn’t abandon us… father killed them! You know that and I know that! Father lost his mind because of what we were forced to become, because of what he decided to do to his family! Don’t you understand, Beval?!” Draco cried out, eyes tightly closed as he tried to get these things through his brother’s thick head.

“I understand perfectly,” he growled dangerously. “You’re going to leave just like everyone else did, aren’t you? You don’t care to be around your older brother because he’s a murderer. He fought to save his life and yours and this is how you show you’re grateful!? You turn your back on him and leave!? What kind of brother are you?!”

“You should ask yourself what kind of brother are you!!” Draco shouted out furiously and then turned around, storming out of the room and out of the house, leaving his dark possessed, and seemingly psychotic brother standing there with that sickening smirk plastered on his lips, framing his pale face.